【導(dǎo)讀】現(xiàn)代科學(xué)的發(fā)展，使計(jì)算機(jī)進(jìn)入了幾乎一切領(lǐng)域，計(jì)算機(jī)已經(jīng)是家喻戶曉、無人不知了。泛地使用著計(jì)算機(jī)。管理的需求、整體結(jié)構(gòu)、基本功能和數(shù)據(jù)庫(kù)結(jié)構(gòu)。分析設(shè)計(jì)和實(shí)現(xiàn)。顯示、報(bào)表打印等基本功能。本系統(tǒng)的開發(fā)基本解決了。以往工資管理中存在的需要人工管理，進(jìn)行人工統(tǒng)計(jì)，作效率低等問題。它是一個(gè)機(jī)構(gòu)為了支持決策及其它必需的管。人工操作過程結(jié)合在一起。算和匯總工作，快速打印出工資報(bào)表。對(duì)單位人員的變動(dòng)進(jìn)行處理。入、也有職工在本單位內(nèi)部調(diào)動(dòng)。因此，設(shè)計(jì)時(shí)應(yīng)考慮。門工資數(shù)在某一范圍的職工的工資情況等。每月發(fā)工資時(shí)，要求能夠打印。組成，由項(xiàng)目管理品統(tǒng)一管理全部程序的編寫和調(diào)試。用戶可通過主菜單或總表單調(diào)用系統(tǒng)的各項(xiàng)功能。便于程序的維護(hù)與擴(kuò)展。對(duì)象中，因此按鈕對(duì)象、菜單對(duì)象便是窗口的組件之一。遞信息，再由對(duì)象按其方法加以處理。面向?qū)ο蟪绦蛟O(shè)計(jì)的核心是類的設(shè)計(jì)。一類系統(tǒng)的簡(jiǎn)稱。數(shù)據(jù)單個(gè)字段進(jìn)行全部替換。

　　

【正文】 rts. The garden had to be put in orde r, and each sister had a quarter of the little plot to do what she liked with. Hannah used to say, I39。d know which each of them gardings belonged to, ef I see 39。em in Chiny, and so she might, for the girls39。 tastes differed as much as their characters. Meg39。 s had roses and heliotrope, myrtle, and a little orange tree in it. Jo39。s bed was never alike two seasons, for she was always trying experiments. This year it was to be a plantation of sun flowers, the seeds of which cheerful land aspiring plant were to feed Aunt Cockletop and her family of chicks. Beth had oldfashioned fragrant flowers in her garden, sweet peas and mignote, larkspur, pinks, pansies, and southernwood, with chickweed for the birds and catnip for the pussies. Amy had a bower in hers, rather small and earwiggy, but very pretty to lo ok at, with honeysuckle and morningglories hanging their colored horns and bells in graceful wreaths all over it, tall white lilies, delicate ferns, and as many brilliant, picturesque plants as would consent to blossom there. Gardening, walks, rows on the river, and flower hunts employed the fine days, and for rainy ones, they had house diversions, some old, some new, all more or less original. One of these was the `39。, for as secret societies were the fashion,it was thought proper to have one, and as all of the girls admired Dickens, they called the mselves the Pickw ic k Club. With a few interruptions, they had kept this up for a year, and met every Saturday evening in the big garret, on which occasions the ceremonies were as follows: Three chairs were arrang ed in a row before a table on which was a lamp, also four white badges, with a big `.39。 in different colors on each, and the weekly newspaper called, The Pickwick Portfolio, to which all contributed something, while Jo, who reveled in pens and ink, was the editor. At seven o39。clock, the four members ascended to the clubroom, tied their badges round their heads, and took their seats with great solemnity. Meg, as the eldest, was Samuel Pickwick, Jo, being of a literary turn, Augustus Snodgrass, Beth, because she was round and rosy, Tracy Tupman, and Amy, who was always trying to do what she couldn39。t, was Nathaniel Winkle. Pickwick, the president, read the paper, which was filled with original tales, poetry, local news, funny advertisements, and hints, in which they goodnaturedly reminded each other of their faults and short ings. On one occasion, Mr. Pickwick put on a pair of spectacles without any glass, rapped upon the table, hemmed, and having stared hard at Mr. Snodgrass, who was tilting back in his chair, till he arranged himself properly, began to read: Jo was alone in the twilight, lying on the old sofa, looking at the fire, and thinking. It was her favorite way of spending the hour of dusk. No one disturbed her, and she used to lie there on Beth39。s little red pillow, planning stories, dreaming dreams, or thinking tender thoughts of the sister who never seemed far away. Her face looked tired, grave, and rather sad, for tomorrow was her birthday, and she wa s thinking how fast the years went by, how old she was getting, and how little she seemed to have acplished. Almost twenty five, and nothing to show for it. Jo was mistaken in that. There was a good deal to show, and by andby she saw, and was grateful for it. An old maid, that39。s what I39。m to be. A literary spinster, with a pen for a spouse, a family of stories for children, and twenty years hence a morsel of fame, perhaps, when, like poor Johnson, I39。m old and can39。t enjoy it, solitary, and can39。t share it, independent, and don39。t need it. Well, I needn39。t be a sour saint nor a selfish sinner, and, I dare say, old maids are very fortable when they get used to it, but... And there Jo sighed, as if the prospect was not inviting. It seldom is, at first, and thirty seems the end of all things to f iveandtwenty. But it39。s not as bad as it looks, and one can get on quite happily if one has something in one39。s self to fall back upon. At twenty five, girls begin to talk about being old maids, but secretly resolve that they never will be. At thirty they say nothing about it, but quietly accept the fact, and if sensible, console themselves by remembering that they have twenty more useful, happy years, in which they may be learning to grow old gracefully. Don39。t laugh at the spinsters, dear girls, for often very tender, tragic romances are hidden away in the hearts that beat so quietly under the sober gowns, and many silent sacrifices of youth, health, ambition, love itself, make the faded faces beautiful in God39。s sight. Even the sad, sour sisters should be kindly dealt with, because they have missed the sweetest part of life, if for no other reason. And looking at them with passion, not contempt, girls in their bloom should remember that they too may miss the blossom time. That rosy cheeks don39。t last forever, that silver threads will e in the bonnie brown hair, and that, by andby, kindness and respect will be as sweet as love and admiration now. Gentlemen, which means boys, be courteous to the old maids, no matter how poor and plain and prim, for the only chivalry worth having is that which is the readiest to pay deference to the old, prote ct the feeble, and serve womankind, regardless of rank, age, or color. Just recollect the good aunts who have not only lectured and fussed, but nursed and petted, too often without thanks, the scrapes they have helped you out of, the tips they have given y ou from their small store, the stitches the patient old fingers have set for you, the steps the willing old feet have taken, and gratefully pay the dear old ladies the little attentions that women love to receive as long as they live. The brighteyed girls are quick to see such traits, and will like you all the better for them, and if death, almost the only power that can part 44 mother an